The Sound of Letting Go // TFATWS

08

Bucky walked into the main room with a sour expression.

Dr. Raynor walked up and said, "Sam. Elisabeth. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Dr. Raynor. I'm James' therapist."

"So nice to meet you," Sam replied. "Thank you for getting him out."

"That was not me."

Elisabeth frowned. "Then who-"

"Christina," John called. "It's great to see you again."

"You've got to be kidding me," Sam muttered. "You know him?"

Dr. Raynor shrugged. "Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day."

"I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I'd step in," John told them as he walked closer. "Bucky's not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer."

"We haven't finished our work. Who authorized this?"

"He's too valuable of an asset to have tied up. So, just do whatever you got to do with him, then send him off to me."

"Got some unfinished business, him and I. You too, Wilson, Mrs. Barnes. I'll be outside."

John walked away.

Elisabeth stalked after John. "Hey! What right do you have calling my husband an asset?"

John turned. "What?"

"I asked what right you have calling Bucky an asset. He is a human being, and is so much more than someone of use. Hell, you as a soldier could be called an asset. It's an underlying insult and I will not stand for it." 

Bucky walked up to his wife and pulled her away. "Libby, it's okay. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, don't worry about it, Libby," John said.

Elisabeth sneered, glaring at John. "Don't call me Libby, and stop calling him Bucky. You're not his friend."

Dr. Raynor said, "James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam, Elisabeth."

"That's okay," Sam replied. "I'll be out here with..."

"That wasn't a request."

They made their way to an interrogation room.

Dr. Raynor pulled up another chair and set it between two chairs. Sam and Bucky sat in the side chairs while Elisabeth sat in the middle chair. "So... Who would like to start?"

"All right," Sam said, "look, Dr. Raynor? I get it, why you want me to talk to Freaky Magoo and Blondie over here. But I'm 100% fine."

"It is my job to make sure that you're okay. And so, yeah, this may be slightly unprofessional, but it's the only way that I can see if you're getting over whatever's eating at you."

"This is ridiculous."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, I agree."

"See?" Dr. Raynor stated. "Making progress already. So, who wants to go first?" The three remained silent. "No volunteers? Wow. How surprising. Okay. We're going to do an exercise. It's something I use with couples when they are trying to figure out what kind of life they wanna build together. Are you familiar with the miracle question?"

"Absolutely not."

"Of course not," Sam replied.

Elisabeth shook her head. "No, I don't think I have."

"Okay, it goes like this," Dr. Raynor told them. "Suppose that while you're sleeping, a miracle occurs. When you wake up, what is something that you would like to see that would make your life better?"